Whew. Long, long
week with a ton of busywork stuff along with my regular workload. I sometimes
get the idea that most of my family members don't realize how long or how many
phone calls it often takes to make things happen. Luckily, I'm in a position
where my job isn't at stake if I need to make those frequent and often
time-sucking phone calls. But… bleh.
Had an even more
sporadic viewing week. I'm not fairly behind on a lot of my shows. But… I did
catch up on some laundry so not a bad tradeoff. I got two episodes of Blue Heelers in while folding and
stacking clothes. LOL
I got a little more
of Riverdale watched but haven't
finished the episode yet. I might be getting to the place where I need to
switch over to music. The main reason I've been light on viewing for the past
few weeks is a heavy work schedule and lots of distractions from other drama.
I have so many
playlists that I listen to while driving. I should probably start listening to
them while working also. Maybe I'll start that this week.
Since there's not
much to report, tonight's post is from Zipped
Lips, a sexy short that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Details of intimate
encounters are spilled during a rousing card game and recent hookups are
brought to light, but Keavy Smart and Gresham Young have the best secret—trying
to keep quiet is half the fun and zipped lips means none of the crew is the
wiser.
And a sneaky peek…
Gresh made it through two more
hands before the interrogation started. Figured Keavy left him on the hot seat.
He shoved away from the table.
"Guys, look, I'm not interested in playing question and answer right
now." Scooping up the small amount he'd won, he started to rise.
Mark snorted. "You're
notoriously tightlipped. You and Keavy both." He snagged the cards and
started a new shuffle.
Masha barked out a laugh.
"Maybe that's the secret to silent sex…" She tilted her head to one
side, giving Gresh a long, considering look. "Should I grill Keavy about
your methods?"
He rolled his eyes. "Still
not playing." He pocketed his winnings. "But you all can start trying
to keep it down and see if you can discover the secret." Smirking on his
way out the door, he whistled an off-key tune until he rounded the corner.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he
hit the head. "No way am I sharing the down and dirty details of my sex
life." Right… not that he had much of one right now.
Oh, he had a healthy fantasy life
with his perfect woman.
Washing his hands, he glanced in
the mirror over the sink. "Might help if you actually tried the real
thing, dumbass." He grabbed some paper towels, dried off, and exited the
bathroom.
He might have to consider testing
the waters with his ideal companion.
And maybe find out if silent sex
could be a thing.
Chuckling, he shook his head.
"Somehow I doubt it… at least not with the woman I have in mind."
She'd probably punch him for even thinking she couldn't stay quiet.
But experience suggested she'd be
hard-pressed to keep the details to herself.
That tight-lipped thing, though…
His curiosity piqued because he had yet to hear anything about her hooking up
with anyone.
Maybe… Nah. Not possible. His
dream woman probably had a marine sergeant stashed away somewhere that
scratched that particular itch when needed.
He snorted. "Maybe I should
find one of those."
Needless to say,
Keavy doesn't have a marine sergeant stashed anywhere. Gresh needs to make his
move.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
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